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Balance-of-Payments Accounts 12
The Current Account 12
Policy Notebook
The Combined Current Account Deficit of Developed Nations
Translates into a Combined Current Account Surplus for
Emerging Countries 13
The Capital Account 14
ON THE WEB 15
The Official Settlements Balance 15
Deficits and Surpluses in the Balance of Payments 16
Other Deficit and Surplus Measures 17
Management Notebook
Trade Deficits: Faulty Indicators of Business Activity 17
Examples of International Transactions and How They Affect the
Balance of Payments 18
Example 1: Import of an Automobile 18
Example 2: A College Student Travels Abroad 19
Example 3: A Foreign Resident Purchases a Domestic
Treasury Bill 19
Example 4: The United States Pays Interest
on a Foreign-Held Asset 20
Example 5: A Charitable Organization in the United States
Provides Humanitarian Aid Abroad 20
Examples Combined 20
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Is a Country’s Balance of Payments, and What Does This
Measure? 20
The Capital Account and the International Flow of Assets 21
Example: A College Student 21
A Capital Account Surplus 21
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Relating the Current Account Balance and Capital Flows 23
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Is the Relationship between a Nation’s Current Account
Balance and Its Capital Flows? 24
Chapter Summary 24
Questions and Problems 25
Online Applications 26
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How Does a Gold Standard Constitute an Exchange-Rate
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Performance of the Gold Standard 62
Positive and Negative Aspects of a Gold Standard 62
The Economic Environment of the Gold Standard Era 62
The Collapse of the Gold Standard 63
The Bretton Woods System 63
ON THE WEB 64
The Bretton Woods Agreement 64
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Was the Bretton Woods System of “Pegged” Exchange
Rates? 66
Performance of the Bretton Woods System 66
The Gold Pool 66
President Nixon Closes the Gold Window 68
The Smithsonian Agreement and the Snake
in the Tunnel 68
The Flexible-Exchange-Rate System 69
The Economic Summits and a New Order 69
Performance of the Floating-Rate System 69
ON THE WEB 70
The Plaza Agreement and the Louvre Accord 70
The Euro 72
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Post–Bretton Woods System of “Flexible” Exchange Rates
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Other Forms of Exchange-Rate Arrangements Today 73
Dollarization 74
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Conventional Peg and Pegged with Bands 76
Currency Baskets 76
Selecting a Currency Basket 77
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A New Currency Basket Offers Weights
That Vary over Time 78
Managing the Currency Basket 78
Crawling Pegs 78
Nicaragua’s Crawling-Peg Arrangement 79
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Types of Pegged-Exchange-Rate Arrangements
Are Used Today? 79
Fixed or Floating Exchange Rates? 80
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
Which Is Best, a Fixed- or Flexible-Exchange-Rate
Arrangement? 80
Chapter Summary 80
Questions and Problems 82
Online Applications 83
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The Forward Exchange Market 89
Covering a Transaction with a Forward Contract 89
Determination of Forward Exchange Rates 90
The Forward Exchange Rate as a Predictor of the Future Spot
Rate 90
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Is the Forward Currency Market, and How Are Forward
Exchange Rates Determined? 92
International Financial Arbitrage 92
The International Flow of Funds and Interest Rate
Determination 93
Supply 93
Demand 93
Determination of the Market Interest Rate 94
Interest Parity 94
Exchange Uncertainty and Covered Interest Parity 95
Covered Interest Arbitrage 96
Covered-Interest-Parity Grid 96
Covered Interest Arbitrage and Savings Flows 97
Adjustment to an Equilibrium 97
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Is Covered Interest Parity? 99
Uncovered Interest Parity 99
Uncovered Interest Arbitrage 99
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FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Factors Explain Why International Interest Rate
Differentials Are Often Inconsistent with the Uncovered-
Interest-Parity Condition? 127
Real Interest Rates and Real Interest Parity 127
Real Interest Rates: The Fisher Equation 128
Real Interest Parity 128
Combining Relative Purchasing Power Parity and Uncovered
Interest Parity 128
Deviations from Real Interest Parity as a Measure of
International Market Arbitrage 129
Management Notebook
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Converge? 129
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Are Real Interest Rates, and How Can Real-Interest-
Rate Differentials Serve as Indicators of the Extent to Which
International Markets Are Open to Arbitrage? 130
Hedging, Speculation, and Derivative Securities 130
Possible Responses to Interest Rate Risk 130
Some Strategies for Limiting Interest Rate Risk 131
Hedging 131
Derivative Securities 131
Hedging with Forward Contracts 132
Speculation with Derivatives 132
Speculative Gains and Losses 133
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Common Derivative Securities and Their Risks 135
Forward Contracts 135
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The International Monetary Fund 178
The World Bank 181
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Emerging Economies? 205
Evaluating the Status Quo 205
Ex Ante versus Ex Post Conditionality at the IMF 205
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Data Dissemination via the Internet 206
Searching for a Mission at the World Bank 206
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ON THE WEB 208
Debt Relief for the Heavily Indebted
Poor Countries 209
FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES
What Aspects of IMF and World Bank Policymaking Have
Proved Controversial in Recent Years? 210
Does the International Financial Architecture Need a
Redesign? 210
Crisis Prediction and Early-Warning Systems 210
Rethinking Economic Institutions and Policies 211
Rethinking Long-Term Development Lending 211
Alternative Institutional Structures for Limiting Financial
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ON THE WEB 232
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Pass-Through Effects 232
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What Are Pass-Through Effects? 233
The Absorption Approach 233
Modeling the Absorption Approach 233
Absorption 234
Real Income 234
The Current Account 234
Determination of the Current Account Balance 234
Economic Expansion and Contraction 235
An Economic Expansion 235
An Economic Contraction 235
ON THE WEB 236
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What Is the Absorption Approach to Balance-of-Payments
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Policy Instruments 236
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By HANNES BOK
"Hey," Horseface asked Elmer, "is that a rocket down there? A rocket
—in Finchburg?"
Elmer peered forward and said, "Wak, wak!" in a meshed-gears
voice, meaning yes.
"A rocket!" Horseface marvelled. "Maybe it's visitors from Terra! Or
maybe it's news of a new strike! Gee-jup, Elmer! Time's a-jettin'!"
They started down the hillside's hairpin turns. The shouting grew
more strident, and at times Horseface heard the raucous yowl of
blaster-guns.
Celebration!
"Yippity!" Horseface bellowed, firing his own gun in the air.
But it turned out to be anything but a celebration. Horseface rushed
Elmer into the community stable, unhooked the saddle-bags,
dropped the stall-bar, and ran toward Trixie's place, "The Pride of
Terra".
Every man in the camp was waiting at the door, and waiting
vociferously. The comments mingled into an indistinguishable
babble. A few miners were loitering around the rocket, a small two-
seater, like mice cagily inspecting a new and baffling trap. Horseface
recognized it by the device emblazoned on one of its doors—a
yellow sunburst on a grey square, the insignia of United Mars.
The rocket belonged to Thurd Goreck, the Martian. Goreck hadn't
been in town for years. He and his fellows had their diggings over at
Saturday Wells, "Saturday" for short, in the west. What, Horseface
wondered, possibly could have brought him here?
Since Horseface was a little below average height, he couldn't see
over the heads of the crowd. He raced up the steps of an old ruin
opposite Trixie's establishment. A shrieking beam from a blast-gun
fired at random just missed him and scorched the wood overhead.
He heard Trixie's bark: "Stop it, boys, do you hear me? Somebody's
likely to get hurt!"
She was standing in her doorway, a big sculpturesque woman with
her feet planted solidly wide and her red fists on her broad hips. Her
face was square and rough-hewn as a man's, the skin leathery from
years of weathering. She'd thrown her blue lace scarf around her
shoulders, the scarf that Mike O'Neill had given her on their first
anniversary. Her crystal earrings dangled under her cottony hair—a
bad sign. Trixie never put on her shawl and earrings unless thinking
of leaving town.
Thurd Goreck lounged against the door-frame beside her. Like most
Martians, he was tall and spindle-legged, large-chested, big-nosed
and equipped with almost elephantine ears. He displayed quite a
paternal solicitude whenever he looked at Trixie, but he sneered
openly at the yelping crowd.
"Don't do it, Trix!" somebody roared above the din.
"You'll be sorry!" another warned.
Still another wanted to know, "Have you forgotten Mike?"
Then Horseface noticed that the other Martians from Goreck's
settlement were ranged on either side of Trixie and Goreck, holding
off the Finchburgers. It was they who were doing most of the firing—
warning blasts over the crowd's heads.
"No," Trixie yelled, "I ain't forgotten Mike. He was a better man than
the lot of you put together!"
Horseface whistled to Candy Derain, who turned and edged toward
him. "What's up, Candy?"
"Man!" Candy reached at him. "You're just the one we need—Trixie's
running away! You got to do something quick!"
"She's—huh?"
"Goreck's been lazing around town almost ever since you went out
nugget hunting. He's taking Trixie to Saturday—going to set her up
there in a new place. He was smart and waited till you weren't
around, 'cause he knows you cut a lot of ice with Trix. You got to stop
her—"
A roar from the crowd cut him short. It sounded as if all the men
simultaneously had been jabbed with ice picks.
"Look!"
"No!"
"They're stealing our Terra!"
"Trixie, you can't do this to us—you can't!"
"Ain't you got no heart at all?"
Horseface goggled, and groaned. Trixie and Goreck had stepped
aside, making room for those Martians who were coming out with the
blast-tube and its dandelions.
"Howling Gizzlesteins!" Horseface moaned. Then determinedly, "One
side, Candy!"
He launched into the mob, shouldering, prodding and elbowing room
for himself until he was out in front. A Martian significantly poked a
blaster in his ribs.
"Trixie!" Horseface bawled, "what do you think you're doing?"
She scowled more fiercely than ever. "You!" she thundered, pointing
a muscular arm for emphasis. "You're a fine one, asking me that! I'm
clearing out of here, that's what. I'm sick and tired of all you useless
loafers preying on my good nature! Ain't it so, Goreck?"
The Martian nodded, grinning.
"For years and years," Trixie cried on, "you've been bleeding me dry!
Trixie will you do this for me? Trixie will you do that? And I been
doing it 'cause I felt sorry for you hopeless free-loaders, like as if
maybe you was my own Mike. But now I'm through with you—and
why? 'Cause you never treated me like no lady, that's why! You don't
deserve a woman's kindness, Goreck says, and he's right!"
The uproar was dying down, no doubt keeping the miners' spirits
company.
"Maybe I ain't no raving beauty," Trixie continued, "but that don't
mean I ain't no lady, see?" In her next remark she used questionable
words of interstellar origin—it is doubtful if they could have been said
to have enriched any language. "Why, you frownzley glorfels, you
even swear in front of me! So I'm clearing out. I've more than paid
my debt to Mike, Lord rest him."
As the groans began, she gestured airily. "Put the flowers in the
rocket, lads!"
"But Trixie!" Horseface called, pushing a step ahead. The Martian's
gun dug a trifle deeper into his side.
"Eassy doess it," the Martian admonished in his whistling accent.
Horseface cried, "We're your own people, Trixie! You can't ditch us
for Martians!"
"My people are the people treating me with respect!" she retorted,
and Horseface's long visage fell several inches longer.
Goreck's Martians slid the dandelion-container into the rocket's
baggage compartment and stood back, forming a lane down which
Goreck assisted Trixie with exaggerated politeness. Surely she
should have seen that his smirk was purely one of triumph!
But she didn't. She swung along on her wooden leg, thrilled to the
core, beaming coyly at Goreck and actually blushing. He handed her
into the rocket, let her arrange herself comfortably, then went to the
other side of the flyer and swung aboard.
He slammed the door shut and reached for the controls. He treated
the assemblage to one last sneer so poisonous that even a coral
snake would have flinched from it. Trixie leaned across him to thumb
her nose—after all, Emily Post and Amy Vanderbilt had been dead
for a century.
The Martian with his gun in Horseface's midriff stepped back and
away. Horseface would have rushed after him, but Mouse Digby
caught him from behind.
"Hold it, Horseface!" And more softly, "We been up to something—"
Goreck pulled the rocket's power-lever with a grand flourish. Nothing
happened. He smiled sweetly at Trixie, shrugged and dragged on
the lever again. Nothing happened. On the third try he nearly
wrenched the stick from its socket. From one of the rocket's jets, as
though torn from its very heart, came two feeble sparks and a
mournful burp.
"We busted their feed-line!" Digby chuckled.
Goreck, having gone thus far, was not minded to stop now. He
sprang from the rocket, called something in Martian to his men, and
several of them raced away. The miners cheered perhaps a shade
precipitately and bore down on the rest. The gun-toting Martians
filled the air with frantic warning blasts and were swept down before
they could turn their weapons to more practical use. The miners
reeled around the rocket, swaying it as they clubbed the Martians
with their own guns.
Goreck backed them away with well-laced blasts near their toes—
what was known as "the quick hotfoot" since it turned the ground
molten. He maneuvered himself with his back to his ship, his men
breaking free and joining him.
Trixie clambered out seething with wrath. "You brakking chadouzes!"
she howled, brandishing a brawny fist. The men subsided sheepishly
silent. She was accustomed to having her way, and they were
accustomed to letting her have it. It had proved the best policy in the
long run.
"Look at you, brawling and trying to keep me from having the one
thing I want more than anything else—being treated lady-like! You
think I got any sympathy for you when you act like this? You can't
keep me here no longer, and you might as well realize it—and leave
me go!"
They muttered angrily, but there was nothing to do except surrender.
Horseface didn't bother to sheathe his gun—he threw it down in the
dust. Mouse Digby, who'd been so elated over the stalling of the
rocket, turned away and burst into tears.
The men were driven farther back as Trixie's supply-jeep snorted up
to the rocket, driven by those Martians to whom Goreck earlier had
shouted. They leaped down and assisted their fellow in transferring
the dandelions from the rocket to the jeep.
"Dissable my sship, will you?" Goreck asked, grinning foxily. "Well,
as we Martians say, there are plenty of ways to cook a gnorph!"
He snapped his fingers to one of his big-eared breed. "Phorey, you
drive the jeep over to Ssaturday." Trixie started toward the jeep and
he halted her—very courteously, of course. "No, my dear lady, we
will let the jeep go firsst. Then we can be certain that nobody
followss after it to rob you of your lovely flowerss. We will leave
later."
The jeep chugged away. Trixie was very red-faced and unable to
look at her erst-while Finchburg admirers. Perhaps, Horseface
hoped, she was relenting. But if she were, Goreck knew how to
prevent it.
"Ssuch clods, to sstare sso at a lady!" he purred, and Trixie glared
relentlessly at the men who had adored her so long—and apparently,
so vainly.
Since Goreck's rocket was damaged beyond immediate repair, he
rode off with Trixie on the town borer, a community-owned tractor
equipped with a giant blaster and used in boring mine-tunnels. It was
not intended for general travel and rumbled away very slowly, kicking
up a great deal of dust. The other Martians had come on gwips,
which they now mounted, then made off in a hurry.
"You'll get your borer back when I get my rocket back!" Goreck called
from the wake of dust.
The Finchburgers stayed as they were, every spine an S of
dejection.
"With Trixie gone," Candy Derain mourned, "there ain't no use our
staying here. We'll all starve!"
Baldy Dunn said, "Maybe we was bad-mannered accepting things off
of her, but I always meant to pay her back as soon as I found me
some psithium. If I'd of thought—"
Horseface said, "Of course Goreck is just giving Trixie the
runaround. All he's really after is her dandelions, 'cause he knows
what they mean to us. He'll keep 'em till we go to his diggings to
work for him, that's what! He'll charge us real money every time we
want to touch 'em—and where are we going to get money? It's like
he's holding 'em for ransom!"
He set his jaw. "Well, we ain't going to let him get away with it! When
Trixie finds out what a nopper he is, she'll be sorry, sure—but she
won't never come back here on account of she's too proud! She'll
just stay in Saturday being Goreck's slave, her poor heart
meanwhiles busting—and I ain't going to let her!"
He started briskly for the stable, the others hesitantly trailing along.
"I'm getting on Elmer and going after her. Dandelions be
desubricated, I'm going to save Trixie in spite of herself!"
But it seemed that everybody was having that identical idea at once.
Not all of them owned gwips, so the party of rescuers set off on a
peculiar assortment of vehicles—Candy on his vacuum-cup bicycle
meant for scaling precipices, Baldy Dunn and several others on pick-
wielding ore-cars, some on the psithium-detectors, and Digby on the
mowing-machine which cut and baled grasses for the feeding of the
gwips. About a third of the expedition had to go afoot.
In no time at all, Horseface and the other gwip-riders had far
outstripped the clumsy machines and the pedestrians. As Elmer
soared toward Saturday in forty-foot bounds, Horseface called to the
rider abreast of him:
"Wasn't that Martian driving Trixe's jeep Phorey Yakkermunn? Yeah?
Kind of thought so! Remembered him from way back when the rush
was on," he mumbled to himself. "Seemed a little crazy even then,
and guess he had to be, to go and turn against us what used to be
his buddies. Elmer, for the love of Pete, space your jumps—you're
beating the breath out of me!"
He came to a fork in the road and turned left, following the borer's
tracks. Then he halted, letting the other gwips overtake him. They
had started after Trixie too late. A swathe of sip-flowers had moved
in across the road.
"Might as well try to swim through space to Terra!" Horseface
lamented. "Blast them zips!"
But it wouldn't have done him much good if he had blasted them.
The zips were pretty things, something like Terrestrial tiger-lilies—
brilliant orange cups on tall green stems. They grew very thickly and
had been named because of their incredibly swift life-cycle. In five
seconds they would zip up from the ground as sprouts, attain full
green growth, blossom, produce seed, fall withering and scatter the
seed which in another five seconds would do the same thing over
again.
Nobody possibly could wedge through their rank masses. If anyone
tried, and were somehow to reach their midst, he would find himself
being tossed up and down at five-second intervals as though being
hazed on a blanket.
The zips traveled whichever way the wind carried their seeds—which
happened right now to be away from Saturday. If the salt plains and
chains of vertical peaks had not checked them, they might have
choked the whole of Venus centuries ago.
Horseface blinked at them, dismayed. The other men also blinked,
since the continual change from bare earth to green stems to orange
blooms and back to bare earth again took place in five snaps of the
fingers, like the winking of an illuminated sign.
Elmer helpfully tried to eat them, but they vanished in decay even as
his beak closed over them. And they stretched for miles and miles.
"Awrk!" He spat them out and shrugged discouragedly, almost
hurling Horseface off the saddle.
"Guess we got to detour," Horseface sighed. They skirted the
encroaching zips and ran smack into a sheerly perpendicular cliff.
While they were wondering what to do next, Candy purred up on his
vacuum-cup bicycle.
"At least I can ride up and over," he said, switching gear. He shot up
the cliff and out of sight, the suction-cups popping like a string of fire-
crackers.
"You fool, come back here!" Horseface bawled, but Candy was out of
earshot by then. "He's forgot there's nothing but rock-spires for miles
and miles on the other side. He'll ride up and down for hours and get
no farther forward than a hundred yards!"
He thumped his heels on Elmer's sides. "Gee-jup, Elmer—we'll have
to try the other end of the zips."
Digby hailed him from the mower. "Should I try cutting a path through
'em?"
"How can you, when they die before your blade turns, and grow up
before it can turn again? They'll bounce you to butter and shake the
mower to bits."
"But we got to do something!"
By now the men on the detectors and ore-cars had caught up with
the gwips, and the men on foot were within hailing distance.
"We're licked," Horseface mourned. "Ain't nothing we can do, except
try the other end of the zips—and that's miles away. We're finished."
But they weren't. Elmer sneezed, exclaimed, "Yuk, yuk!" and jabbed
his bill to indicate the cliffs.
Horseface sniffed. "Smells like rock-dust. If I didn't know better, I'd
say somebody's been boring through the rock—hey! Trix and Goreck
were riding on the borer! The zips must have cut them off the road
like us! Come on, boys, look for the hole they made—boring a tunnel
to cut past the zips!"
He didn't need to nudge Elmer. The gwip leaped toward the rocks,
found the hole and slowed to a crouching walk into it. The passage
was eight feet in diameter and reeking of blasted rock. After about a
hundred yards it emerged into daylight but encountered zips en
masse and so returned inward for several hundred yards more.
"That means Goreck wasted a lot of time tunneling," Horseface said
happily. "Maybe we ain't so terrible far behind after all."
There was a shriek from the rear, and he reined Elmer. "What's
that?"
"Dunno," the next man said, turning to look back.
They waited. One of the pedestrians came sprinting. "Hey, the
detectors found a whopping vein of psithium—bigger than the one
that started the old-time rush!"
"Huh, is that all?" Horseface demanded. "Forget it! We got to save
Trixie!"